Peter turns on the heel of his foot quickly. Okay, he was trying to use Hiro's power at Claude's behest but this wasn't where he was trying to go. At least he's been here before and he knows what to expect with a sigh he starts walking down the street toward the coffee shop.

Peter fades back in once she laughs and shrugs a little at the question. "Sort of. He had some very...capitol sort of ideas on how to get me to use my powers. They worked at least. I figured out that I have to think about the person I got the power from. Or at least that helps me."

He takes a sip of his coffee and tries to decide whether his next words are going to sound creepy or not since he's so much older than she is. "Just before I hit the ground after Claude threw me off the building, I thought about you."

Why the hell he didn't think about Nathan he has no idea. Okay well he has some idea. Ideas that include pretty and blonde but he's not saying that. It would be creepy then.

It's impossible to hide the flattered look of surprise at that and she tries to dismiss it with a chuckle. Unfortunately, that's about as helpful as trying to hide it and eventually she just ducks her head a little.

"You thought about me. You were plummeting to your death -- why me?" Slowly, she looks back up at him, appearing genuinely confused. "I mean ... I'm just a cheerleader."

She laughs at that, nodding a little and staring down into her hot chocolate.

"Yeah, the pain's pretty normal, I guess. At least it goes away pretty fast. I mean, as far as super powers go, I guess the ability to get hurt is pretty lame. Especially when you've got stuff like invisibility to just dodge bullets with." She shrugs.

It's not like she's going to blurt out how grateful she is for the pain, because it's the only thing that reminds her that she's not a total freak. Calling herself a freak would mean calling him one, and considering he's just about the only person ever that she's felt this comfortable talking to about this stuff, she has a feeling offending him might not be the best route.

"The invisibility isn't fool proof though. I think the ability to get hurt and get back up is pretty cool. It's one of my most useful powers. Invisibility didn't help when I was thrown off the roof."

Mostly he would just try to convince that she's not a freak. She's amazing. Peter's outlook on his (their) powers is entirely positive. He likes being a super hero. He's wanted to be one since he was a little kid reading comic books. Complaining about it now would be like betraying that.

"Useful, but not really practical when you wind up needing to replace all your clothes because they're covered in blood or holes or ... nuclear radiation." Yeah. That was an interesting one. That was her favorite jacket, too, she realizes with a slight frown that dissipates as soon as it appears.

"I'm just glad I have someone I can talk to about it, I mean, I've had to keep it a secret for ... well, I mean, since I found out about it." Okay. So it's only been a few months. But it's felt like an eternity of forced silence and total freakout.

Oh. Right. She blinks a little, realizing it might be a good idea to stop focusing selfishly on what she wants to think about and instead realize that he looked pretty confused when she found him. The frown returns.

"So, you just got here, right?" A sip of her cocoa before she continues, "I've been here for like a week or two; I was just thinking, I've got an apartment if you need a place to stay or something."

"You heal against nuclear radiation?" He sounds impressed rather than freaked out. "Still cheaper than a hospital visit. You can always talk to me about it. It's nice that someone doesn't think I'm crazy or screaming at me."

He takes a sip of his coffee and nods. "Yeah. Where is here? It's not Texas or anywhere near New York."

"Yeah," she replies with a slightly breathless smile. "I haven't really found anything yet that I can't heal from." Not that she hasn't tried. She's tried over and over again, with little success. But suicide isn't on her top lists of things to do.

"Anyway. The city's called Roanoake. As far as I can tell, it's kind of ... hit or miss on people understanding how they got here. I guess some people came on purpose, but I just ... woke up. I don't know how to explain it." She shakes her head. "I learned about Roanoake in history class, though, so I at least know we're in Virginia."

"That's amazing." And it's evident by the tone of his voice that he's sincere. There's no room for mocking here. Peter thinks this is all some sort of miracle.

He listens to everything Claire is saying and nods. He's already tried going back home and gotten no where. Hiro's power isn't working or he can't figure out how to make it work. "Your power is still working. My invisibility is still working but the space time manipulation isn't working. You've been here a while. Are we trapped here?"

"You've tried?" Already? She can't hide her surprise, particularly because it's not exactly the kind of thing that would be her first thought when dumped in a strange place. Well, it hadn't been when she got dumped there. She shakes the surprise off quickly enough and moves on with the conversation, though.

"More or less, yeah. I haven't exactly met anyone else with the same space-time problems to ask, but I sure haven't been able to get out at all. Not everyone's trapped, though. I mean, I guess some people came willingly. Like I said, hard to explain." She shrugs her apology and takes another sip of cocoa. There isn't much she could complain about, though. She's getting to see Peter, she's safe from the Company, and her dad isn't lying to her and hurting her.

Really, minus the whole unwilling kidnapping part, Roanoke hasn't been looking so bad from where she's been sitting.

"Claude wanted me to activate it and then go straight back. Besides...this isn't where I was trying to go." He'd been shooting for six months ago in New York City.

Peter nods at her explanation about their state here. He'll have to experiment and see if he's trapped here or not. A break wouldn't be bad and he's saved the Cheerleader so he's done...right? Or at least that's what he's hoping. He has entertained the idea of playing Superman to New York City, saving people from muggers, murderers and occasionally a guy who is hellbent on killing cheerleaders.

"Well, it beats Odessa," Claire explains with a wry smile. "You wouldn't believe how crazy it's been there. The press and the attention, I just … it was a nightmare. Well, not as bad as the alternative, but … you know." Attention had never been something that Claire took well too, and the way it had all been on her back home was enough to make her scream. Luckily, here, she can move around freely without worrying about getting jumped and asked to relieve her miraculous survival and the trauma of Jackie's death.

Peter grins a little crookedly and nods. "Yeah. I can imagine. I'm not crazy about being in front of the press either." Occasionally being a Petrelli warrants it but Peter tries to fade into the background as much as possible.

He finishes up his coffee and watches her for a second. He's still got the ghost of that crooked smile on his face. It's kind of hard not to grin when he looks at her. Claire is someone he saved, someone he helped with these powers. "You sure you don't mind sharing an apartment with me. I'm a good room mate. I promise."

He's really not. He's a packrat and while everything has it's place it's not exactly the most logical place. It's a place that Peter thinks makes sense. Tennis balls belong on desks so that he can throw them against walls when he's thinking. Books belong in piles beside the bed so he can read while he's in bed. Comics belong on coffee tables so he can read them in on the couch instead of going across to a shelf to get them. Jeans can go over a chair so he can grab them in the morning.

"Definitely," Claire responds without missing a beat, a bright smile lighting up her face. Even though they're supposedly even now as far as rescuing goes with the way he was talking about her ability saving his life, she can't help but enjoy getting to go to his rescue in even the most insignificant of ways.

"Honestly? You could be the worst roommate in the world and I'd still want you there. It can get creepy being alone in an apartment at night." She shrugs a little at the admission, which is pretty difficult to make with the big, tough girl image she's been trying to keep up all this time. But, she feels pretty safe dropping it around Peter, so she just sets to work on finishing her pastry and her hot chocolate.

That makes him feel a lot better about barging in on her living space and she'll get no judgment from him for letting the tough girl image slip. Everybody needs someone they can let their guard down with sometimes.

"Yeah, it took me a while to get used to living by myself when I first moved out. You're used to so much sound and knowing that the creaking floorboard is probably someone in your family. When you're alone all you can think is 'there was no one to make that floorboard creak'."